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Victor Jara

Arlo Guthrie
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Arlo Guthrie


Victor Jara of Chile, he lived like a shooting star,
He fought for the people of Chile, with his songs and his guitar.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Victor Jara was a peasant, he worked from a few years old,
He sat upon his father's plough and he watched the earth unfold.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

When the neighbours had a wedding, or one of their children died,
His mother sand all night for them, with Victor by her side.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

And he grew to be a fighter, against the people's wrongs,
He listened to their grief and joy he turned them into songs,
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

He sang about the copper miners, and those who worked the land,
He sang for the factory workers, and they knew he was their man.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

He campaigned for Allende, working night and day,
He sang take hold of you brother's hand, the future begins today.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

The bloody generals seized Chile, they arrested Victor then,
They caged him in a stadium, with five-thousand frightened men.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Victor stood in the stadium, his voice was brave and strong,
He sang for his fellow prisoners, until the guards cut short his song.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

They broke the bones in both his hands, they beat his lovely head,
They tortured him with electric shocks, after two long days of torture
they shot him dead.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Now the generals rule Chile, and British have their thanks,
For they rule with Hawker Hunters, and they rule with Chieftain tanks.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Victor Jara of Chile, you lived like a shooting star,
You fought for the people of Chile, with your songs and your guitar,
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong.



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